The ill

Struggle up the ill

Peace eternal energy

Ruthless well matched many

Gnaws out of the mechanical mechanisms

So predisposed

Stiff cloned hidden truthful

Inevitability eventual bliss

Hands forced issue

Head never used

Closet door so bolted shut

It will not enter from your door

There will be no communication

I never possessed a door

Don’t make me laugh what windows

Still! Struggle up the ill

Age another branch

Growing

Tree of life